Original Request: Happy early birthday to you! May I request a Kapkan x Reader with the romantic line, "You remembered my favorite food?" It's the little things that count-
Nonnie YES, I love soft!Kapkan so much. Thanks for the prompt. I wrote this so corny but...I don't care teehee.
Tags/Warnings: SFW, food mentioned, comfort, fluff, romance, just a cute fluffy fic.
Word Count: 390
You were standing in the entryway of the house, waiting anxiously for Maxim to walk through the door. The moment you’d heard he was coming back home from another dangerous Rainbow Six mission, you’d been planning his meal. You knew he would be back early in the morning, so you’d been up since 6:30am just trying to make it perfect.
You knew his favorites, eggs sunny side up, French toast with cinnamon and fresh strawberries, and sausage links. You smirked thinking about the time you gave him patties instead.
“Krasivaya, what is this?” He picked up the patty in his fingers before slapping it into the plate.
“Sausage, why?”
“I will eat it, because you made it, but this is not right.” He did eat it, and every time you made sausage since, you thought back to that day with fondness.
The table was made, orange juice in the fancy glass bottle in the center; you normally only used it for special occasions and this one was as special as any. Your heart leapt when he walked through the door right at eight, tall and broad as you remembered. He wasted no time dropping his bags and grabbing you in his huge arms.
“Krasivaya, I missed you.” He said, squeezing you so hard you thought you might suffocate.
“Max, I missed you too but I can’t breathe.” You managed to choke out before he put you down.
He leaned in and kissed you deeply, you imagined he must’ve been a little touch deprived after having been gone for so long. When he stopped, his sharp eyes narrowed and he took in a deep inhale.
“Is that…” he looked at you with an affectionate smile, “you made breakfast.”
You nodded, “yes I did.”
Other than his obvious excitement to see you, Maxim was excited to finally be able to eat some real food. He made his way to the dining room where you’d put the meal out on display for him. You stood there proudly at your accomplishment.
“You remembered my favorite food…” he sounded a little surprised, “spasibo.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, and I’m glad you’re home.” You felt warm knowing he was there with you, and having a good hot meal.
“I love you.” He said softly, kissing you once more.
